Dressed as witches, ghost and vampires,
And the night almost near,
Brings creepy sounds, of howling wolves,
A fun celebration, at this time of year.
When an old and evil miserable witch,
Fly high in the skies, on her wooden broom,
Across high rises and over the sea,
Below gleaming stars, and behind the luminance moon.
Fearlessly and wicked, in a squeaky soft tone,
Pointing her long ebony finger nails,
Casting a spell, to everything known,
Not leaving a sign or a trail.
And spooky ghost, gently drift through,
Into the misty mild breeze, in the midst of darkness,
Leaving soft whispers,
And nonsense.
And vampires, pace in ****** shot eyes,
In hollow fangs, bathed in scarlet hues,
Searching for his next savory victim,
Leaving a vicious trace and painful bruise.
When far away, howling sounds are repeatedly heard,
Loudly and fiercely, upon this gloomy upcoming Halloween,
A chilling and frightening tale, beneath the dusty twilight,
Unlike anything else, ever seen.
